As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Chen Zhiming turned a deaf ear to him and just drank.

“Ouyang, I hope your swordsmanship will improve.

Not like your mouth stinks.”

Xue Yiren pulled out the silver spear from his back.

Pointing at that person from a distance.

There was a cold light on the tip of the gun, and the whole person instantly became fierce!

"Clang!"

A cold knife light and a gun light intersected.

The two men stepped into the air and exchanged several moves in an instant.

The sword energy and gun light swept across the sky.

Debris was scattered everywhere.

Chen Zhiming stretched out his hand and pressed lightly in the air.

Within one foot in front of you.

It was as if a barrier had been formed.

Keep flying debris outside the wall.

"boom!"

After a roar.

Centered around two people.

Between three feet square inches,

The violent energy blew the roof off!

Xue Yiren, the man with the white horse and silver spear, who ranked fifth on the Tianjiao list, and Ouyang Xue, the Saint of the Snow Mountain, who ranked sixth, on the full-moon night of August 15th.

The battle for the top spot on the Tianjiao list has begun.

Spectators.

Chen Zhiming, who is half a step into the realm of virtual god!

......

The Sword Controlling Sect.

The Saint Son Jiang Huayu closed his eyes slightly and sat cross-legged in the Cangjian Pavilion.

Before his knees, a long sword with an ancient and majestic air was flowing with a sinister sword aura.

Suddenly.

An inner disciple of the Yujian Sect pushed open the door and walked in, whispering, "Holy Son, just now, Xue Yiren and Ouyang Xue had a battle.

Xue Yiren knocked Ouyang Xue down with three shots!

Ouyang Xue escaped with serious injuries.

Jiang Liuer from the Five Poison Sect has already caught up with them."

"I see!"

Jiang Huayu lowered his eyes, as if he didn't care about the news.

A trace of admiration flashed in the eyes of the inner disciple, and he slowly retreated.

He is worthy of being the Holy Son.

The wedding date is approaching, but I can still be calm and unmoved...

I hone my sword skills in this Cangjian Pavilion every day.

After the inner disciple left.

Jiang Huayu opened his eyes, and there was no trace of his calmness at all.

Full of desire and ambition!

I have been learning sword for ten years.

He finally comprehended the unparalleled sword intent half a year ago.

Become the youngest sword wielder in the entire Sword Controlling Sect.

He has confidence.

Give him another half a month.

In the Yuqi realm, he can make everyone in the world bow their heads!

With a wicked smile on his lips, Jiang Huayu whispered: "Xue Yiren, you wanted to challenge me on September 9th, but you never thought about it. I am also looking forward to your challenge!

There are also Li Chengguo, Zhao Wuji...

you...

They will all become the whetstone for me to reach the realm of transformation!"

......

"Brother Chen, am I awesome?"

In a remote restaurant.

Xue Yiren wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said: "The Snow Mountain Sect is an ancient sect that has produced saints. Although it has declined in recent years, it should not be underestimated.

It's really good that Ouyang Xue was chosen as the Holy Son!"

"His knife is dead."

Chen Zhiming said calmly: "If you use the Breaking Evil Technique, you can knock him off the roof with just one shot!

Although it will cause a backlash of vitality, it won't cause vomiting of blood!"

"If you climb the mountain with this strength, you will definitely lose to Jiang Yuhua!"

"Well!"

Xue Yi's raised eyebrows froze there.

He kept replaying previous battles in his mind.

The previous battle.

A neat start.

The ending was also clean.

After three shots, his momentum reached its peak.

Use the secret of Baima Villa to break the evil.

One shot nailed Ouyang Xue to the wall.

Considering his current realm and combat skills, there is no problem.

If there is no problem with you, then the problem lies with your opponent.

After a long silence, he asked: "Is Jiang Huayu really that strong?"

"Six years ago, he had already touched the threshold of sword intent. Now six years have passed.

Even if he is a pig.

It’s time to break down that door!

You are facing a swordsman who has mastered the sword spirit!"

Chen Zhiming said calmly: "If you want to nail him to the wall, you must at least understand the meaning of the gun.

The way to break the evil spirit at Baima Villa is violent and fierce.

You just have to understand it thoroughly.

It’s just a matter of time before you comprehend the meaning of the spear!”

"Gun Intent!"

Xue Yiren murmured to himself, and after a moment he jumped up and hugged Chen Zhiming tightly: "Brother Chen, I think I understand. I will go into seclusion and I will meet you for a drink on September 9th!"

......

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

After the battle between Xue Yiren and Ouyang Xue.

It was like a gust of wind.